'It's cold'
Cherry huddled in the corner of an empty, locked room, her knees drawn to her chest. The cold concrete floor sent a chill seeping into her bones.
She shivered, not just from the cold but from the gnawing fear that had taken root in her heart.
It had been two days now since she had last seen Harvey who had previously been kept within the same cramped cell as her.
But one morning, the door to their cell had creaked open, and a dark figure had taken Harvey away. Cherry had screamed and clung to him, but he had cruelly ripped Harvey from her grasp while launching a hard kick at her stomach.
Thankfully, their kidnapper had kept his strength measured and while the kick had been painful and given her a bad bruise, she had no internal injuries.
After sending her sprawling to the floor in pain however she had not been able to say or do anything as her closest friend was dragged kicking and screaming from the cell.